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“Melody, I’m home,” yelled Dave Lunder as he closed the door to the apartment.

“Melody?”

“I’m in the bedroom,” replied Melody.

Dave put down his briefcase and walked the few feet into the master bedroom of their two bedroom apartment. An apartment filled with furniture and personal belongings. The spare bedroom was also crowded, with Melody’s potter’s wheel and small electric kiln. The spare room was brightly painted pink with images of

animals and faerie creatures hand painted on the walls, a reminder of what could have been. A small crib, clothing and stuffed animals... (more)

It’s quiet, very quiet, even for a room in the ICU. It always is at 2:00 in the morning. Just the sound of the heart monitor and the constant hum of the breathing machine are the only noises filling the room. The only source of light is the fluorescent lamp above the bed, flickering every now and then just to show its working. Retired Lt. Colonel John Abrahams lies quietly in his bed, these are his last days, perhaps hours, he knows it, as do the doctors and his family. It’s been a good long life of 83 years, nothing to complain about, nothing he wishes he had done different, a good long life,... (more)

They say it fell straight from the stars and crashed into Puget Sound, and it made a tidal wave perhaps 100 ft high, with a surge that went inland for maybe a hundred miles, and it produced an earthquake of about 5.7 on the Reiter scale, I don’t know if that’s true or not, but that’s what I heard anyway.

What I do know is this, that almost every scientist and astrophysicist from around the globe, wanted to get a look at this thing to see what it was, perhaps it was a meteorite or a piece of a comet, or maybe just some space junk that had fallen to the ground. Well anyway, they brought... (more)

For ten thousand years it has stood upon the banks of Maldengeld. Its massive stones have withstood the test of time. So massive are they that it would take 500 men to move just one, it is said that it was built by a race of giants among these granite mountains. Its walls are perhaps 200 feet high, with the stones stacked upon one another so tightly that even a joint can not be easily seen, no doors or opening can be found about its walls, its walls are made of black obsidian stone, carried perhaps 300 miles from their quarry. The rutted path that was made can still be seen, even after all... (more)